Okay, I don't own Star Wars, George does. L-U-C-A-S does not spell M-E
Chapter 1: Captive!Dark Before Dawn
By JumpingArabLuvr33
Kelcie Kenobi strode across the Bridge of the Tantive IV. The Tantive IV belonged to Princess Leia Organa, who was supposedly resting in her chambers. At eighteen years old, Kelcie was in charge of the Princess's well being. This was supposed to be an 'easy' charter. One that Kelcie's uncle, Obi Wan (Ben) Kenobi, thought she could handle. However, with a Star Destroyer on their tail, it seemed anything but easy.
"They've got us in their tractor beam," someone announced.
"Get the Princess out of here." Kelcie instructed. "I'll deal with the Imperials, and make sure those transmissions are safe."
"Yes, Jedi Kenobi." a control man replied.
Kelcie cringed, how many times did she have to tell them? She wasn't a fully trained Jedi Knight. But there's a bounty on my head as if I am one. She thought wryly.
Kelcie patted her light saber to reassure herself, and headed for the Princess's chambers.
Leia was being rushed out of the door. The Senator and Princess of Alderaan was only a year older than Kelcie. She had beautiful long brown hair that had been done up in a complicated Aleriaan hairstyle, and soft brown eyes that focused on Kelcie.
"Kelcie, what-" she began.
"We're being boarded." Kelcie informed her. "We need to get you out of here-"
"The plans!" Leia exclaimed.
"We're working on getting them secure. Now go! Before it's too late!" Kelcie told her.
"Kelcie behind you!" someone shouted.
Kelcie whirled around and saw the remnants of an explosion. They were boarded.
"Get out of here!" she hissed at Leia.
"Princess we must go!" someone said, leading Leia away.
Kelcie watched for a moment, and then drew her light saber. They weren't getting her without a fight.
Storm troopers marched in, and Kelcie's fiery orange blade came to life. She deflected the shots from the blasters, but she was hopelessly outnumbered. Within a few minutes, she was surrounded, and felt the shock of a stun go through her body.
When Kelcie came consciousness, her light saber had been taken away and she had been handcuffed. They marched her down the hall, and at the end of it stood . . . Darth Vader. The last of the Sith Lords, a Jedi's sworn enemy. Kelcie's sworn enemy.
"Here is the Jedi, sir," the lead storm trooper reported. "She was armed only with this."
The storm trooper handed Vader her light saber. Get your filthy hands off it! Kelcie thought as Vader examined her light saber.
"So, it's true." Vader mused in his cold, mechanical, heartless voice. "Laurain Kenobi did have a daughter, and the Alliance has a Jedi."
"Tell me young Kenobi," he continued. "Where are the transmissions you made?"
"There were no transmissions." Kelcie answered evenly. "This was a diplomatic mission."
"Then what would a Jedi like yourself be doing on a diplomatic mission." Vader prodded.
"To protect my party from mindless idiots like yourself." Kelcie snapped.
"Or, to protect illegal transmissions?"
"There were no transmissions." Kelcie repeated firmly.
"My lord," a trooper interrupted, handing Vader a small black disk. Kelcie gulped. The transmissions!
"Then what," Vader questioned coldly. "Is this?"
"None of your business." Kelcie answered sharply.
"Take her away." Vader commanded to a young man in a heavy black cloak.
Kelcie swallowed hard. Now she was in for it. The young man came forward, escorted my two storm troopers. The troopers were on either side of Kelcie, and they used a vacuum to go from the Tantive IV to Vader's star destroyer.
The young man sent troopers away as soon as they boarded the star destroyer, and took the hood of his cloak off. When Kelcie saw his face, she almost gasped. He was young, maybe a year younger than she was. He was well . . . Handsome. Very handsome in fact. He had shaggy dirty blond hair and brilliant blue eyes. His skin was a deathly pale, and his eyes radiated immense pain.
"Yes, Jedi." he asked, adding a sneer to the last word when he noticed her staring.
"N-nothing." she stammered as they entered the detention area. He led her inside a cold, black, cell, and turn to look at her.
"This is where you'll stay." he told her, and started to leave.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Luke," he said hesitantly. "My name is Luke."
"Kelcie." she introduced herself.
"I know." he replied.
"So," she prodded. "Are you Vader's apprentice?"
"No, I'm . . . I'm his son." Luke explained, slowly.
Kelcie stared at him in shock. He had to be lying.
"His . . . Son?" she managed to get out.
"Yes," Luke replied, a slightly steely edge coming into his voice. "I'm his son. Now, if you'll excuse me Jedi, I need to get back to my duties."
"Of course, my Lord." Kelcie replied coldly, watching him leave.
She sank down on the cold metal platform that served as a bed as he shut the door, and the lock clicked in place. Vader had a . . . son? Why had she never known? A handsome son, too. She mused.
He hadn't seemed totally taken by the Dark side . . . Yet. Could that be why the Force had brought her here? Maybe. She sighed, she just didn't know.
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